Western Fantasy: I can brush entries infinitely

Chapter 67 Refugees
The hand Ron had just put on Malcolm's head was taken away.

This was the first time he encountered such a situation. Not only did the purple entry come out once, but it also happened to be the sword attribute that Malcolm was already good at.

He waved his hand, "Go down, remember to be careful when you go out in the future."

This action made Malcolm confused, and his extremely high loyalty prevented him from questioning, and he left the room after obeying his orders and saluting.

When he returned to the training ground, Abel and Seeger, who were practicing against each other, looked at each other one after another, so fast?Could it be that I guessed wrong, the lord really came to him for something, rather than bestowing power?
The two didn't rush over to ask, and the lord didn't say that they couldn't go beyond the rules.

At this moment, Malcolm was full of doubts. The lord said to give power, but he touched his head with his hand, and then let him leave. What does this mean?

And does the last sentence mean that there will be danger outside the mansion?

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't get a result. Malcolm knew he wasn't that material, so he didn't think too much about it. Since the lord has said that there will be dangers outside, he should work harder to improve his strength.

He went to the weapon rack and took down a long sword.

The moment Malcolm touched the hilt of the sword, he was stunned, and looked down at the sword in his hand, "It feels different from before, as if the sword grew on me."

Malcolm expressed exactly how he felt at this moment.

The moment he touched the sword, he felt that he had completely controlled the existence of the 'sword'.

This wonderful feeling made him very excited. The long sword was raised slightly to cut forward and horizontally, and then a few basic sword skills were easily used by Malcolm, but he frowned, feeling more and more dissatisfied with the basic sword skills he often practiced.

For some reason, an intuition emerged in Malcolm's heart. There were some flaws hidden in these basic sword skills. This intuition became more and more obvious. He continued to swing the sword according to his own feeling, and his movements and postures were slightly different from before.

With repeated swings of the sword, Malcolm's movements become more fluid and natural, like an art.

Abel and Sig who were not far away quickly discovered the difference in Malcolm. Basic swordsmanship is something that knights often practice. sword move.

"Captain, this is it." Sig said suspiciously. Among all the knights, Malcolm has the deepest understanding of swordsmanship, and it stands to reason that there will be no pediatric mistakes.

"Don't bother him."

Abel reminded that his eyes were always on Malcolm's sword swing. He had a wealth of experience, and the more he watched, the more he felt that Malcolm's sword skills were more exquisite, far surpassing all the sword skills he had ever seen.

For Malcolm to show such a talented side, it is obvious that the lord gave him a unique power.

Seeger quickly thought of this, and stayed quietly with Abel, watching Malcolm practice his new sword skills.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, Malcolm performed his sword moves selflessly, completely immersed in his own world.

It's a wonderful feeling.

After an unknown period of time, as the speed of swinging the sword became faster and faster, Malcolm's energy reached its peak, a sword stabbed out, a white light flashed across the tip of the sword, and the speed of stabbing the sword doubled again, Malcolm The sword in Kom's hand almost fell out.

This is?

Malcolm stopped swinging his sword and came back to his senses. The feeling just now lingered in his heart for a long time.

clap clap.

Abel walked over applauding, "Congratulations, Malcolm, you created a very powerful combat technique just now."

Hearing what the captain said, Malcolm was stunned, "Battle skills? Me?"

For professionals, combat skills are the only thing that can quickly increase their strength. There is a huge difference in strength between a professional with combat skills and a professional without combat skills.

In the entire mansion, only Abel possesses combat skills, and there is only one combat skill.

"That's right, I'm sure, that's the battle skill you created, but you have to figure out what the specific effect is."

Abel was the only one with combat skills, and he said it convincingly.Moreover, combat skills are the foundation of a professional, and he didn't ask Malcolm to hand them over.

But he still said: "I think you now understand why you can create this combat skill. I hope you will live up to the lord in the future and dedicate your loyalty forever."

Malcolm realized what the captain meant, he nodded heavily, and looked at Abel and Sig tacitly.

He lowered his eyebrows and pondered for a while, then said: "Captain, I want to dedicate this combat skill to everyone in the Cavaliers to practice."

Abel didn't expect Malcolm to make such a decision. He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand, so he explained: "Malcolm, what I just said didn't mean that you should hand over your combat skills."

Malcolm interrupted: "I know exactly what you mean, please hear me out."

Abel nodded, signaling him to continue, Malcolm smiled, and then said with a serious expression: "I am willing to dedicate this combat skill, and I will hand over any new combat skills in the future, but I have one condition .”

"That is, those who practice the combat skills I created must be truly loyal to the lord."

When he said this, Malcolm seemed confident. Only he knew that creating new combat skills was definitely not a lie, and it was even simpler.

Abel was in a trance for a while, as if what stood in front of him was not Malcolm, but an extremely sharp sword, its sword energy was overflowing and breathtaking.

Feeling the aura on his body, Sig was aroused to fight, his aura rose, and the way he looked at Malcolm became different.

So strong!

Malcolm's heart trembled. He was much stronger than the last time he competed with the captain. He knew that Sig had hidden most of his strength, and he didn't know what kind of power the lord had bestowed on Sig.

"I understand your request. I will tell the lord about this. In the near future, you should take good care of this gift and break through to the second level with peace of mind." Abel left the training ground after leaving these words .

-

The front yard of the mansion, under the Mirakel tree.

Ron was playing chess with someone, and Egbert was sitting opposite, and the two were playing the simplest backgammon.

The main one is relaxation.

The two chatted while playing chess, the content was scattered and unrelated.On the side, Irene stood bored, and whenever she wanted to have some sweets in her mouth, Egbert would cast a stern look.

Ron found out about this situation, but he just smiled secretly, and didn't mean to help Irene, otherwise Egbert would say that he spoiled Irene too much.

"Actually, I have a question hidden in my heart, Irene, how did you become my personal maid?"

Suddenly, Ron turned his head to look at Irene behind him, and asked.

Although Irene's recent performance is indeed impressive, she has never shown such a capable side before, except for chatting.

"That's the lord, you underestimated me too much. I was selected only after I showed my strength." Irene had a very powerful expression on her face.

Ron looked suspicious.

Egbert laughed, and said: "Originally, Blake's eldest son was arranged to be your attendant, but you are very individual, so the master promoted Irene, who has only been in the mansion for less than half a year, to be your personal maid."

"On the one hand, Irene is about the same age as you, and having someone you can chat with is good for your growth."

The corner of Ron's mouth twitched, and Egbert's ability to describe 'autism' as 'personality' was quite impressive.

"On the other hand, Irene is lively and caring, and can take good care of you."

In fact, Ron was not dissatisfied, but just teased Irene because he was bored.

Ron dropped a son and said with a smile: "Blake's eldest son, isn't that your eldest grandson? Being selected as an attendant is obviously very capable."

"Still a long way to go."

Egbert shook his head, thinking of something, his expression became less happy.

Ron didn't think much of it, just thought Egbert was thinking about the chess game.

At this moment, a person hurriedly walked into the front yard, and when he saw Ron's figure, he immediately stepped forward to salute, "My lord."

The man noticed Egbert on the opposite side of the chessboard again, "Grandpa."

Egbert looked up to see who was coming, then put down the chess piece, and said sternly: "Rosalind, you should report to the lord first, not to me!"

It was Rosalind who came. Seeing how angry Grandpa was, she trembled all over and lowered her head.

"I'm very sorry, my lord, I'm not strict with discipline." Egbert stood up and saluted Ron.

Ron waved his hand, looked at Rosalind, and asked, "Why are you so flustered?"

Rosalind adjusted her mood and replied: "There are a group of refugees from outside the territory, the number is more than a thousand."

Hearing this, Ron quickly thought about the origin of these refugees. The war between Alfred's territory and Eugene's territory would inevitably affect innocent villages. These refugees must be those who were displaced.

When Egbert heard this, his expression was not very good, "Arnold's territory can't afford to support so many people, and the two territories are at war, not only these refugees, but more refugees should go to the nearest Viscount Gordon and France. The Viscount of Sturt, the rest of them came to us because of helplessness."

Although I haven't seen it with my own eyes, Egbert said that it is almost inseparable. With Arnold's current finances, it is undoubtedly worse to accommodate these refugees.

But Ron didn't think so, instead he felt that this was an excellent opportunity.

He not only wanted to take in these thousands of refugees, but also brought in refugees from other places, and took this opportunity to merge the three major villages and towns into one for centralized management.

At present, Arnold's problem of growing food has been solved. What is lacking is labor force, and these refugees can just come in handy.

At this moment, a brainstorm formed in Ron's mind, quickly thinking about various situations, and using these refugees to create favorable aspects.

Finally got the answer.

"Egbert, you are looking for a temporary camp near Cote Town for the refugees who come to Arnold's territory to live in. The area must be large." Ron looked serious, and asked him to write it down as he spoke.

Hearing this, Egbert asked cautiously, "My lord, how should we solve the problem of food?"

Now that Ron has made a decision, of course he will not object. All he has to do is to carry out the lord's arrangement smoothly, but there are several problems that need to be resolved.

Ron smiled, "Don't forget, the potatoes we planted are about to mature, and it is not a problem to feed people several times the size of the territory at that scale. However, during the period before the potatoes mature, we have to turn to Gordon for help." Viscount."

Egbert quickly understood Ron's words, and he was surprised: "Are you going to buy enough food from Viscount Gordon? It will cost a lot of money."

"The money we sold weapons to Marquis Alfred was at least hundreds of thousands of gold coins, enough to spend." Ron said calmly.

Egbert's eyes widened, "That's your money!"

When Rosalind heard this, she was terrified. No lord would buy food for the refugees at his own expense!
"Yes, it's my money." Ron repeated this sentence, and Egbert knew what it meant.

"They may be grateful for your kindness, but when the war is over, they will still return to their hometown." Egbert still said.

Ron stood up and said in a calm tone: "Then let them stay willingly and be my Arnold's subjects!"

These words were plain, but they fell into the ears of the three present like thunder on the ground, which was shocking.

Rosalind's heart was strongly shocked. She had seen many people in high positions, but no one was like Ron. His calm demeanor was more frustrating than his aggressive attitude.

At this moment, she was sure that the person in front of her was the one she would follow forever.

Afterwards, Egbert wrote down Ron's instructions one after another, and Ron explained all the points that need attention in detail. After confirming that they were correct, Egbert and Rosalind withdrew and carried out Ron's order.

After the two left, Ron was still thinking about what could be wrong, but saw Irene staring at him blankly.

"Why are you in a daze, stupid?"

Irene came back to her senses, her face was flushed, and she hesitated and said: "No, no, I just thought the young master looked a little better just now."

Being suddenly praised for being beautiful, Ron was also caught off guard. He pretended to be calm and tapped Irene's forehead with his fingers, and said angrily: "Go, tell Joyce to put down everything at hand, the biggest test of Arnold's territory is coming gone."

-

study.

Ron sat behind the desk, and Joyce stood in front of her. She held a form in her hand and recorded some items on it.

"It will start to get busy in the near future. Melittoya's class will be temporarily suspended, and I will be in charge of her study."

Ron said.

Joyce nodded, expressing his understanding, and then began to report on the foreign refugees, "According to your instructions, every foreign refugee has registered information, compiled it into a book, and placed it in an open space a kilometer away from Cote Town. , Mr. Egbert has sent people to send living supplies to ensure that they can survive."

"Based on the current grain storage in the territory, it can last for half a month without deducting the food from other territories."

In such a short period of time, with only more than 1000 more people, it can only last for half a month. Ron feels that the time is tight, and the potatoes cannot mature so quickly, so he must go to the Viscount Gordon to buy food as soon as possible.

Joyce reported each matter to Ron in detail. Finally, Ron looked at Joyce seriously and said, "This is the test of Arnold's territory, and it is also the last one I will give you. A test."

"My lord, I."

Joyce frowned, and her expression began to change slightly. She wanted to refuse the test, but Ron's eyes kept staring at her, as if saying: You won't refuse.

The following words were swallowed back by Joyce, and she said: "...I will work hard."

(End of this chapter)